Bad boy

✪ Part 10 ✪

☆Kenyas POV☆

I woke up. Lazy as shit. But it was Friday. And we know what that means! IT'S KATE'S BIRTHDAY!!!!

I walked from my guest bedroom over to Kate's. She was still asleep. Good. I needed someone to take her out of the house while me and Bill set up the party and wait. I know exactly who can!

Tom fucking Kaulitz. Im a damn genius. I grabbed my phone, but Bill sent me a text. Saying he'll be over to take Kate out, leaving me and Tom to work together on this party. Well shit.

I woke Kate up. She sat up, flipping me off. She was never really the kind of moring person. She laid back down. I pulled her sheets off her and smiled.

"Girl, it's your fucking birthday! WAKE YO LAZY ASS UP!" I had to yell. Why is she so stubborn!? Ughhhhh!

Then I got a call from Bill. He left a message saying he's waiting outside. When I told Kate, that's when she got up. She hates making people wait but always seems to make people wait somehow. "Better hurry,"

I giggled. Watching her rush to brush her tangled hair out. I pitched in. I wasn't even going to try and straighten her curls today. She's gonna have to go all natural today.

We got her hair done. She slapped on some juice lip gloss, mascara, and some glitter eye shadow. Such a natural. Could never be me. Haha, never be me!

Kate pulls it off nicely, though. Kate's pretty on the outside and inside. She slipped on a bra, a baby tee, and some Converse and black jean shorts. She grabs a cheap Walmart hair clip and leaves some strands up front and pinned some back, grabbing her sunglasses and bag and running out the door in a hurry.

I chuckled as I shut the door. She got in Bill's car, and they drove away. Then I got dressed, went with Tom to Party City, Walmart, Lowes, a quick trip to Victoria's Secret for Tom, and another at Belk for me. Because we both got he gifts. Tom was such an ass the whole time.

We got back to Bill and Tom's house, and I immediately began putting up the banners, throwing pool lights into the pool, setting tables and chairs up, getting the music ready, while Tom makes the drinks and food. I watched Tom. He kept texting some other girl. Who wasn't Kate. Is he fixing to ruin my baby's birthday!?

The fuck he won't! I'll make sure of it. Or maybe it's a plan. But maybe it wasn't. Because he blocked the number and went up to his room.

I heard drawers slam open and shut. Was he cleaning? I went to throw away my gum and opened the trash can to see the tremendous amount of empty boxes of condoms. Eight total. Man whore.

He definitely won't be getting with Kate now. She deserves a man who doesn't use other women to "distract himself" from her or someone he likes. Fuck all that! Kate's a precious little diamond in my eyes, and if I have to become the parent in this situation, then so be it. I crack my knuckles.

☆Bill's POV☆

I took Kate out of town for the most of the day. To my favorite spot. The overlook of the beach. Tom's lucky. He's about to give her the best birthday ever.

I just hope he cleaned up his bed and washed the sheets. I grab Kate's elbow, taking her over to the ice cream shop across the road. She smiled and giggled as we entered, I fixed her hair for her, and we got some ice cream. Kate got cotton candy, and I got lemon. We sat and ate outside in the hot sun.

Kate and I both got very sunburnt on our faces, I wore a black t-shirt and some black jeans. My skinny dreads tie back. Kate wore a blue 80s styled stripped tank top with some light wash denim shorts. Her sunburnt and rosy cheeks looked so cute. I really hope Tom doesn't fuck up his plan.

Kate is a super kind girl. She doesn't need someone to break her heart again. Sometimes I wish Tom hadn't fallen for her, I would have gladly dated her. I'm not her type. Tom is.

"So...you excited to finally be 21?" I asked. Trying to break the akward silence. "Maybe, I'll miss my teen years, but who cares! There's more to come," she smiled at me.

She smiles so sweet. I could stare at it all day. I think I see now why Tom is falling for her. She's super pretty. Dammit, I can't do this.

☆Tom's POV☆

I cleaned up my room. For you know. A little birthday surprise. If she's down for it, that is. But I bet I can make her.

All it takes is a simple kiss and some flirting, and I've got her. She has me wrapped around her finger right now, though. I can just imagine how she feels. I shook my head and ripped off my sheets, throwing them into the wash. Because they've got some stains on them.

I opened a new box of condoms and put them in the nightstand drawer, shutting it and them putting my clothes up. After all that. It was now around 7. I took a shower and cleaned up my sweaty body. Then I oiled up and brushed my teeth.

Putting on some baggy black jeans with an oversized grey t-shirt on, it wasn't too big. It still showed my muscles through it. I fixed my cornrows and then did a quick shave. Nobody needs to feel that. I took one last good look in the mirror, smirking.

I walked downstairs. People had already flooded in. They hid behind the furniture. I hid in the kitchen with Kenya. I heard Bill's car pull up.

Then the Bill walked in first. Letting Kate walk in, we all jumped up and yelled happy birthday. She smiled big and giggled as Kenya hugged her and Bill, I walked up, and she surprisingly let me hug her back. My hand lingered on the small of her back as she smiled at the people as they hugged her. I felt a little bit of jealousy.

Kenya noticed and hit my arm. Raising her brow at me. After all the meeting and talking, the real party began, and more people we didn't even know walked in. Except for one. Noah. I wasn't about to let her know.

I kept my distance, watching Noah as he stalked around the rooms. Kate was near me, so I kept my eyes on her. Making sure he didn't come near. She was dancing around with Bill. I glared my eyes and got up.

I decided to give her some real fun, Bill grinded against her from behind. Her eyes closed as she danced along to the music with Bill. In her party outfit. An orange tube top and a short bikini cover skirt. Her smile.

There it was.

KATES OUTFIT: